Dear Kid,

The things we do for our children…

…which lead to Great Adventure and Dinner.

So there we were, Pi and I, in Mansfield, OH (home of nothing) long enough to fill up the car with gas and turn around. And—not surprisingly—we were hungry, what with it being 7pm and more importantly being us.

“There’s a German restaurant at the next exit.”

“….”

“Yeah, I don’t care much for the idea of German food either. OK. Let’s see…” and I put the Google machine to work.

It will not stun you to learn that My Friend the Internet came through for me, and Pi and I proceeded to somewhere in North Columbus where we found Portia’s Café right where the Internet said it would be.

This is a picture of Portia (right) and her sister (whose name I forgot to ask in the excitement of meeting Portia herself. (Sorry, Sister.)

This is a picture of Portia (right) and her sister (whose name I forgot to ask in the excitement of meeting Portia herself. (Sorry, Sister.) DearKidLoveMom.com

Portia’s is vegan, mostly gluten-free, stunningly amazing café. I wish we lived closer (an hour and a half for dinner is a bit much, but if I’m in the area, don’t even ask if I want to try someplace else).

Pi and I had raw falafel for starters. Because I’m not a food critic, I can’t possibly do it justice. Let’s just go with “yum”. Then Pi had a quesadilla and I had their beet salad special (just a side order which turned out to be enough to feed all of Montana).

Pi and I had a great dinner at Portia's Cafe. DearKidLoveMom.com

I had to just stick with only having a side salad, because DESSERT!!!!

This is a picture from Portia’s Café’s website because I didn’t think about taking photos until we’d devoured our food. I hope they don’t mind. Because as good as this berry-berry-mango cheezecake looks, it tasted even better. “Divine” comes to mind and is immediately overruled by “Yummmmmmmmm.”

Berry Berry Mango Cheezecake at Portia's Cafe. Yum!

Berry Berry Mango Cheezecake at Portia’s Cafe. Yum!

We also had a citrus parfait that didn’t taste anything like I expected it to, but was delish in its own way.

Shoutout to the waitress/front of the house expert (I can say front of the house like I know what I’m talking about because I watch useful shows like Restaurant Impossible and learn these things). She goes to UC and gave me a to-go cup for coffee. Extra points.

If you want to know more, go look them up. Then go eat there. Not you, kiddo, because you aren’t close, but people who are even vaguely proximate should.

Love, Mom